Broghammer

A Thunder Goddess Walks Into a Bar…

Jennifer Sylm never asked to be chosen by a god. She just wanted to close up early and ride out the storm. But when the Thunder Goddess Brog storms into her bar and drops a cosmic hammer into her hands, Jen is unwillingly thrown into the Gulon—a divine contest where twelve champions battle for a god-tier prize.

Jen doesn’t want glory. She wants good tips and a full house on weekends. But with a death-cursed weapon at her side and rival contestants bringing chaos to the world, avoiding the fight isn’t an option. As she’s pulled deeper into the game, Jen must navigate vengeance, power, and what it means to stand for something—while still trying to run the best damn bar in town.

BROGHAMMER is a myth-infused fantasy adventure packed with dark humor, reluctant heroism, and the kind of storm you can’t just wait out.

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Excerpt from the book

She looked out the window of the bar as the rain slammed against it. “Been stormy for the past couple of weeks,” Jennifer said, the man next to her laughed. “Yeah, keeps the smart people inside and the drunks at the bar. We’re blessed, I suppose,” he said, looking around the place, happy with how busy it was, even now. “Jen, back to work. The thirst is endless,” the man added.

“You said it,” Jen said and turned to face the main bar floor. Jen was an attractive elf. Tall, with blue eyes and brown hair. She wanted plenty of tips, so her uniform was a little too tight and her smile never faded, despite how bad her feet were starting to burn, seven hours into her shift. She couldn’t wait to be done.

Moving to the bar, she saw an orc whose grog was almost empty. He didn’t look drunk yet, but it was hard to tell. Orcs always looked a little wasted, even when sober. “Frank, you need more?” she asked.

Frank looked at his mug, studying the liquid inside, sloshing it around a little. “No, darling. I’ve had enough for one day. Anymore and I’ll float out of here,” he said with a laugh. The thunder shook the walls a little.

“You might float out of here anyway if this rain keeps up,” she replied, and that got a laugh out of him too. The orc drained the rest of his mug and put it on the bar with a little burp. “Yep, I’m done. How much do I owe you?” Frank asked.

“Three silver, as usual,” Jen replied, and the orc reached into his pocket, pulled out three silver coins, and placed them on the counter. “Same as usual,” Frank said and stood up.

“You came prepared. We’re gonna have to raise our prices and shake things up a little,” she said, laughing.

“Well, keep serving top shelf grog and it’s worth it. That and the nearest town is almost thirty miles away. I’m not going that far for a good drink,” Frank said. She took the coins and the mug off the counter at the same time.

“Be safe on the way home, okay?” she asked, and Frank nodded. “You bet,” he replied, grabbing his cloak and wrapping it around his body. The orc lumbered through the building and opened the door as another flash of light streamed through. He disappeared into the rain, closing the door behind him.

Jen put the money in the register and grabbed a rag to wipe off a couple of bits of grog from the counter. Once that was done and the mug was cleaned out, she prepared to help the next person. With a particularly loud crash, the lights flickered. Then they went out.

The crowd started to moan as the emergency lights clicked on. “Alright, calm down, everyone,” the man said over the crowd as a flashlight turned on.

The crowd waited for the power to come back on, but as the seconds turned to minutes, it became apparent that it wasn’t going to return.